Tailgating the Sherbrooke machine

Friday evening was livened up by many of us sitting outside, most drinking beer and plenty of it. I insisted Victoria stayed and practically forced wine down her throat with the result that she became a lot more chatty! Ah the wonder of alcohol. It started getting a bit cold so I went to put my hoody on. I have never cause such a fuss with a single item of clothing before in my life!! The only hoody I brought was my uni cheer one so it has cheerleading, the uni of sheffield logo and my name emblazoned across it, much to the delight of everyone. I don't even know which bit was most interesting to them, but I ended up twirling round and round so everyone could get a good look (it was easier than being dragged round). It also called for a demonstration of some cheering, not so simple on my own!
We stayed up really rather late which didn't bode well for our Saturday morning class. However, there wasn't an awful lot going on and I managed to concentrate enough even if by the end of it I was tired and hungry and therefore grumpy. I think the grumpiness turned to deleriousness at one point - I was acting even stranger than usual!

I may have had a quick nap but by 3ish we were off to the tailgate party. Uni sports are really rather big here, so in preparation for the american football match, there were bbqs, bars, games, music and all sorts going on. It was also beautifully warm and sunny again and made the whole day rather pleasant. It included Nicole and I belting out the lyrics to "California Gurls" over the top of the strange French version. The game itself was pretty poor (verging on a humiliating loss to Laval) however it was good spirit. Watching Sheffield Sabres was good practice, I actually know the rules and and what's going on. This amused the boys greatly (probably because I understood better than they did and a girl can't do that :O ) but did mean I could explain it to Victoria. Oh yes, there was face paint involved. From left to right this is Julian, Florian (totally off his face by this point, bless him) and Andrejean. Florian wasn't the only one who was drunk, most were to be fair. Oh and you can just about see the t-shirt. It says "I rule the Sherbrooke Machine". Each faculty has a different verb. That one's law. I want one! I think mine would say " I humanize the Sherbrooke machine" but I'm not entirely sure. Watch an ice-hockey match and I'm all done on the sporting/cultural events :D
Recalling the past few days is now causing me some difficulty, for what reason I cannot say. Probably because they have been lost in working, sleeping, wasting time with the guys and probably some ping-pong and pool in there as well. I say probably - definitely, because one of those days Nicole and I made an impressive comeback - we're just that good (or lucky, probably the latter). Our presentation for tomorrow is coming together nicely, we've pretty much pieced it all together now. I just need to check my speech and practise it. Oh and perhaps time it. That would be helpful!
Oh yes, Monday was our late night trip to the supermarket. We'll I did kinda need to top up the food in my fridge and we set off with a few requests. Sadly I couldn't find an alarm clock for Julien (oh yes, different one) and since his is broken I've lent him mine for now. I'm just that nice. That and it doesn't wake me up anymore and I rely on my phones anyway.
Last night we caused a bit of mischief with some chalk, which is what everyone but me used to write their names on the doors. We have 2 Vincents on our floor so I decided to label them L'habillé (the dressed one) and Le demi-habillé (the half-naked one). L'habillé was in fact there when we wrote this so he didn't mind, the other one's reaction when he returned was absolutely classic. Victoria and I also doodled all over Nicole's door. She did want it to be more interesting! Vic. drew a rose which reminded us of Beauty and The Beast. Nicole and I had spent a large amount of time on the corridor previously belting out the words to the Gaston song. I think he might get a bit paranoid about the over use of his name. Anyway this caused us to want to write the lyric "Noone bites like Gaston" on her door but opted to write it in Russian so only the 3 of us knew what it meant (or any other passersby who can read Russian and who happens to spend long enough examining such a decorative door). This use of russian exasperated the boys who went to many lengths to work out what it meant. Failed. With enough clues, eventually Andrejean clocked on. Epic :D
I'm currently procrastinating. I have reading to do before next class in 50 minutes. I won't get it all done now. Bleurgh. This is my fault for a)not buy the reading materials until today and b) for using my 4 hour lunch break to search out alcohol that isn't beer or really expensive wine. On the bright side it was semi successful :D All prepared for birthday celebrations now. Whoopah.